Travis POV

The black flashy sedan glided through the opening of the gates into Mr. Alvarez's villa. Its engine was low and had a smooth purr.

I kept my eyes on the glass window that gave a rear view of the mansion up ahead.

The villa was undeniably beautiful, designed like palaces in movies.

The driver drove into the courtyard.

It's a large residence with a topnotch design.

I almost lost myself while focusing on my admiration for the land. It's flattering.

The park's gate opened at the arrival of the car.

Everything seems to be operated electronically.

As he drove into the courtyard, my eyes stumbled upon other cars that were in the fleet.

Among the cars was a Rolls Royce Boat Tail and Bugatti la Voiture Noire, one of those cars will take my entire life savings.

I got out of the car after Mr. Alvarez and his bodyguard, while Carlos sat still in the car.

"You don't expect me to get to the door myself do you? You've got a job." He said to me while he folded his hand.

I stole a look at Mr. Alvarez, but he was already walking away with his bodyguard.

I gulped and turned around to get the door open for him.

My hand staggered as it approached to get the door open.

I can't help it, but I detest him. Obeying him is like a burden already.

It's just for a while. I'll find a way to expose him and get out of all of this.

I opened the door and got out of the car and adjusted his squeezed t-shirt.

There was a backdoor from the parking lot—it led inside the mansion.

He took the route and I followed suit.

The interior was even more beautiful. I've never seen anything like it, except in movies of course!

I was so engrossed with the house that I hadn't been watching where I was going until I'd bumped into a hard, masculine figure.

Carlos.

"You! Insolent..." He paused, staring at me angrily, the hit must have been hard since I felt it too.

Well, I feel less remorse about it, since I'm here for revenge in the first place.

"Apologize now!" He dared me to do so.

He must be a bossy one. He looks to me like a pampered brat.

Well, I guess I have no choice. I should blend in for now until I've found his weakness.

"I'm sorry sir" I said, giving no emotions.

"I don't think we're properly introduced. I'm Carlos. The heir to the Alvarez's family and the Sterling Company. I'm sure you've heard of it. A snap of my fingers can end your miserable life, so don't get on my nerves," he stated with pride. His shoulder and head rising to a level.

"I'm Travis Sco---"

"I'm not interested in knowing the rest of it, it doesn't matter. Now, here are my rules if you want to last in this place," he took a closer step.

I felt a sudden burn at his closeness. The urge to suddenly strangle him to death came upon me.

I don't know if I can really put up with seeing him around. I'd have to learn to—for Stephanie.

"You will not speak unless spoken too, you'll not meddle in my private affairs. You'll do exactly what I tell you to, even if it means staying away from me and don't stare at me for too long" he stated his rules.

He seems to think he's a god by following all these rules.

"Do I make myself clear?" He questioned as though calling me dumb.

I nodded forward.

He began walking away while I followed him.

He went upstairs where there was a hallway with different doors for each room.

He got to one by the right and bent the knob, opening the door.

I was about to get in when he pushed me back with his hand.

"What the fuck! Did you miss your way or something?" He sterned his face. "Go to the opposite door and don't ever cross to my door. By 7:00am, you should be outside your door waiting for me, that's my off time." He said before banging the door closed.

I irked but fast enough to avoid him seeing it.

I was a little confused though, how do I even get to eat?

The mansion is so big, how do I even navigate my way around it?

I got to the room allocated to me and closed the door gently.

As I turned back the weight of the large me made me become awful.

I've never really had my own room.

I've been living in Stephanie's house because I was homeless.

The bed felt really soft and comfy. It was large for just him.

There was a wardrobe at a corner and another door that led to the bathroom.

A large mirror hung on the door.

I stood before the mirror, observing my weary eyes.

It had only just dawn on me that I was still with my bloodstained shirt of last night.

I sniffed it and sneezed immediately as it smelled disgusting.

I need to take a shower.

***

After a quick shower I wrapped my waist with a towel and walked out of the bathroom.

The wardrobe was empty. And I couldn't put on my smelling clothes.

I have an ATM card, but I can't go out like this.

I was contemplating on what to do when I heard a smashing sound.

It was loud and disturbing.

I tightened the towel around my waist and went to peep through the door.

Another smash at the door opposite mine.

It's coming from Carlos' room.

I wonder what's going on there?

Is he having a fight with someone?

"Agh!" He made a yell and the sound of broken bottles shattered on the floor.

I was going to ignore him, but then Mr. Alvarez's words haunted me.

We live in the same house now and his son is making loud noises. This disturbance must not get to his ears.

I dashed my way to his door and listened for the sounds made inside.

He seemed to be complaining and hitting things all over.

I knocked gently on the door and asked if he was okay. Not that I care, but I need to gain his trust at least.

"Go away!" he yelled and groaned quietly.

It appears to me like he has gotten himself hurt.

I had no choice but to open the door myself.

"Oh my gosh!" I exclaimed and turned around.

"I fucking told you to stay away!" He yelled.

His hands were thrusting over his hard penis with thick veins and white cum.

"Get the fuck out!" He ordered and continued fondling with his dick.

It was a small penis by the way.

I was going out of the room, when I stumbled upon Mr. Alvarez by the door.

His eyes squint suddenly, monitoring through the slight open space behind me.

He looks at me again, releasing his squint as though realization.

Fuck!

I'm wrapped in a towel, my body is dripping with water and Carlos is masturbating behind me.

"Mr. Alvarez... it's not what you think." I stuttered.

"Come with me." His voice carried a note of coldness.

I gulped, speechless and defenseless.

He began to walk away without even giving me room to explain myself.

I followed suit, still begging him to hear me out at least.

He walked through the lobby, and then opened a door just by the corner.

As he enters and closes the door gently behind him

I wonder what was inside?

Did he expect me to go in?

“What are you waiting for? Come in here!” His voice came from inside the room. It sounded desperate.

Nervously, I entered the room and stood at the door.

It was a study room and no one else was inside.

“Lock the door behind you.” He ordered and I obeyed immediately.

He was seated on the table, legs wide open. “Come!” He commanded, looking straight into my eyes.

For a moment I thought I was about to be punished, I made a sluggish move towards him.

“Closer.” He beckoned.

That was stepping between his open legs. Does he really mean that?

He pulled me closer, his hand getting a hold of the edge of the towel that was around my waist.

Before I could process what was going on, he gave me a kiss.

My eyes widened as his tongue savored mine.

What the hell is this? Is Mr. Alvarez is gay?